Freedom
Open to direction, constellar life star
Freedom left unkindled, can only shadow light
Tis’ intro-suspect-ion that allows a dimmed sun
Nay, rather suspect valorous freedom that writes well.
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Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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